NOVPUB[SYSTEM CORE: 49%]
[MANA AFFINITY RECOVERY: 6%]
[USER STATUS: PARTIAL FUNCTIONALITY]
[LOCAL DOMAIN STABILITY: DEGRADED]
The system's updates had stopped feeling foreign. They sat now like quiet facts behind his eyes, pulsing just under thought.
"Good," Reinhardt said. "Because this isn't staying hidden."
He reached behind his shoulder and unclipped the hilt of his blade. Still sheathed, but ready. The motion was clean. Too clean.
He looked at the vines again. Then at the cracks near the wall.
"This is containment breach behavior. Slow growth. Subtle pressure. Classic first-stage corruption, but wrapped in native biology."
"That mean it's a gate?" Elara asked.
"No," Merlin said before Reinhardt could.
"It means the gate hasn't opened yet. But it's scratching the walls."
Reinhardt didn't argue.
"Stay close to your group," he said. "And if this spreads—"
He didn't finish the sentence.
He didn't need to.
Merlin's gaze dropped to the cracks.
[DOMAIN PRESSURE: STAGE ONE CONFIRMED]
[CLASSIFICATION: HOLLOW LABYRINTH]
[INTERNAL CORE: NOT PRESENT]
The last part stuck.
'Not present yet. Which means it's coming.'
Reinhardt straightened.
"I'll contact the council," he said. "And quietly."
He looked at them both.
"You two say nothing. Not until I know where this leads."
Elara didn't nod. Just crossed her arms and stared at the vines like they owed her something.
Merlin didn't speak either.
He already knew where it led.
And it wasn't quiet for much longer.
The vines were still. For now.
Reinhardt had gone, long coat trailing like a shadow down the corridor, his pace deceptively calm. Once he turned the corner, the faint echo of his boots faded into silence.
Merlin didn't move.
The quiet here was heavier than before. Same patch of courtyard. Same cracked stone and low walls lined with dying moss.
But something in the air had shifted. Not stronger. Just… thinner. Like the space was holding its breath.
Elara's arms were still crossed. Her weight leaned slightly to the left, foot planted firm, but her jaw had tightened the way it always did when her instincts were louder than her logic.
Merlin glanced down at the ground again. The vine had pushed another inch forward. Just one. But enough.
'It's not reacting to movement. It's reacting to presence. To pressure.'
The system hadn't said anything in the last minute. No new warnings. No recommendations. Just the last message still faint in the corner of his vision.
[DOMAIN PRESSURE: STAGE ONE CONFIRMED]
[CLASSIFICATION: HOLLOW LABYRINTH]
[INTERNAL CORE: NOT PRESENT]
He stared at those last words.
'Not present yet.'
"Elara," he said quietly.
She looked at him without moving her body. Just her eyes.
"I want to try something."
The look she gave in return wasn't quite disapproval, but it wasn't far.
"Try what, exactly?"
He stepped forward. Slowly. Careful to avoid the main cluster of vines curling near the bench. His boot landed just short of a wet streak on the stone.
"I need to check how deep the mana trace goes. If it's just surface reaction, it means the breach hasn't nested yet."
"And if it's not surface?"
"Then it's already seeded."
A pause.
Then she moved a half-step to his right, mirroring his angle. Watching the ground, not the vines. She didn't argue.
Merlin crouched again. His coat brushed the side of his boot. His palm hovered just above the fractured line in the brick.
The sensation hit before he finished lowering it.
Not pain.
Cold.
A hollow, slow drag along his nerves. Like something tugged from the inside, but hadn't found the string it needed to pull yet.
[SYSTEM CORE: 56%]
[SENSORY INTERFACE: ACTIVE]
[AFFINITY TRACE DETECTED — UNMATCHED SIGNATURE]
[MANA RESPONSE: PARASITIC THREADING]
[SEEDLING IDENTIFIED — STATUS: ACTIVE / DORMANT CYCLE]
Merlin's jaw clenched.
'Dormant cycle means it's hiding. Or feeding. Waiting to shift into active state.'
The stone under his hand felt wrong. It wasn't temperature. It was texture. The pressure of it had changed. Like the earth was no longer solid underneath. More like a lid. And something on the other side had noticed him.
"Elara," he said again, lower this time.
Her head turned slightly. Still calm. Still patient.
"I don't think the scream was bait."
She frowned. "You mean it was real?"
He nodded once.
She didn't speak. Just looked back at the vines. One of them had begun to pull backward now, slowly retracting into the wall like it had never been there.
Merlin didn't like that more than the twitching.
'It's covering itself. That means it doesn't want to be seen. Which means it's not done yet.'
"Elara," he said again. "You should step back."
"Why?"
"Because I'm going to try and trigger it."
She didn't move. Just blinked at him, then spoke flatly.
"You said you didn't want to die."
"I'm adjusting my schedule."
A breath of silence passed.
Then she stepped back.
Not far. Just two steps behind his left shoulder. Not leaving, just repositioning.
Merlin's fingers curled slightly. Not touching the stone. Not yet. The heat in his spine had returned. Not strong. But close.
He whispered it first. The word.
"Keryx."
The name of the sword didn't summon anything.
But the air shifted.
Just a little.
Like something across the veil turned to listen.
And beneath his skin, something thin and sharp began to hum.
[AFFINITY CORE: PRIMING ATTEMPT DETECTED]
[FUNCTIONALITY BELOW USABLE THRESHOLD]
[RECOMMENDATION: ABORT MANUAL CHANNELING]
He ignored it.
The stone beneath his hand pulsed once. Just faintly. Like a single, subtle heartbeat under the ground.
Not his.
Not alive. 𝓷ℴ𝓋𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝒸𝓸𝓶
Just echo.
'It's sensing affinity pressure.'
And it liked it.
"Elara," he said again, sharper this time.
"Yeah," she said, already moving forward.
"We need to kill it. I think."
Her hand went to her blade in a single motion. Quiet. Unhurried. But decisive.
The vines didn't flinch.
They split.
Not like retreat.
Like invitation.
The stone cracked wider, just half an inch.
And a sound followed.
Not a scream.
Not a creak.
A whisper.
From below.
The crack didn't widen.
It breathed.
The whisper had faded, but the weight hadn't. It stayed low and steady in Merlin's chest like a second heartbeat that didn't belong to him.
The vines shifted again. Not toward Elara. Not toward him. They moved like dogs listening for a stranger's footfall.
And then they heard it.
Bootsteps.
Not rushing. Not hesitant either. Just… confident. The kind of walk you used when you thought the hallway belonged to you.
Merlin didn't turn. Just listened.
Elara's grip tightened on the spear.
The figure appeared at the far end of the corridor. Perfect uniform. Black jacket tailored to show off his height. Auburn hair combed with absurd precision. A seven-pointed Council pin caught the light with just enough angle to make sure you noticed it.
Upperclassman. Second or third year, judging by the badge color.
Student Council.
He stopped just short of the courtyard threshold.
Didn't step in.
Yet.
"Didn't expect company," he said.
His voice was smooth. Polished. The kind of tone that belonged in committee halls and rehearsed speeches.
Neither Merlin nor Elara answered.
He glanced down at the vines. Took his time studying the cracks.
Then looked at Merlin.
"You're first years, yeah?"
No response.
The Council rep's smile barely shifted.
"Well, don't worry. You're not in trouble. Just need to know what I'm looking at."
His tone was casual.
But he was stalling.
Gathering information.
'He thinks we're bluffing. Or clueless.'
The student finally stepped forward.
Not into the courtyard, just one step over the boundary stone. Just enough to claim ground.
"I'm Cale Vanemir," he added. "Council. Third seat."
Merlin's expression didn't move.
Elara didn't blink.
Cale's smile dipped a fraction. Only a fraction.
Then he looked down again.
"Vines," he said. "Odd choice for an aesthetic."
"Back away from the crack," Merlin said.
Cale blinked once.
"Sorry?"
"I said back away."
The tone wasn't hostile. It was worse.
Indifferent.
Cale straightened slightly. Shoulders pulled back.
"I have clearance to observe Academy incidents. If this is a mana fluctuation, or a training accident, I'm required to file—"
Merlin shifted his stance.
Just slightly.
Enough to reposition between Cale and the vines.
Enough to be seen.
And that was the moment the ground pulsed again.
The vines didn't extend.
They focused.
One strand curled upward. Not aggressive. Just… curious.
Toward Cale.
He didn't notice it.
Yet.
Elara took one step to the side. Her stance angled. Spear held low, non-threatening, but ready.
Cale's eyes flicked between them. Finally, a trace of doubt behind the polished surface.
"Alright," he said slowly. "What exactly is this?"
The vine twitched. Tilted.
Merlin let his hand drop to the hilt.
Not drawing.
Just reminding the ground he was watching too.
[SYSTEM CORE: 60%]
[LOCAL THREAD ACTIVITY: ADAPTIVE]
[EXTERNAL STIMULUS: NEW TARGET ACQUIRED]
'It's picking him.'
The thing below didn't like unknowns.
"Step. Back," Merlin said again.
Not louder.
Just final.
This time, Cale did.
Half a step.
Not surrender.
Just caution.
The vines didn't follow.
They waited.
The ground beneath the crack began to change again. Texture shifting. Surface trembling in microscopic pulses.
Breathing.
And underneath it all, something cold turned toward them.
Not fast.
Just awake.
Cale looked down again. Slowly. The smile had gone completely now.
"This… isn't Academy-standard magic," he said.
"No," Merlin replied.
"Is it a gate?"
"No."
"Should I call—"
"No."
Cale flinched at the cut-off.
Merlin's gaze stayed on the vines.
'If he calls in more, the pressure escalates. The seed starts to feed.'
"This isn't for the Student Council," Merlin said. "Not yet."
Cale stared at him.
"…Who are you?"
Merlin didn't answer.
Didn't blink.
Elara's spear clicked once as her grip adjusted.
And beneath their feet, something shifted.
Just an inch.
But enough to tell them.
The Labyrinth was listening.
